I’m writing this because somebody asked me about faith and I don’t have any. Read More

Seeking motivation, the author opened his current lit file and scrolled past folder after folder, doc after doc. Jesus, he thought, this is one big pile of writing, all these little black characters wiggling across a white screen. He recognized travelogues from Cuba, some published, most not; sketched-out narrative postcards about growing up absurd in… Read More

exploring chauvinism felt like tumbling through surf Read More

After decades, I’m in trouble again. Read More

What was I doing with this new scheme? Was I planning to…settle down? Read More

I’ve never been big on sin. Sin belongs to a god thing full of good, evil, and punishment, straight-jacketing people with shame, and excommunicating so many nice things. Regardless of my godless stance, at age 11, I helped myself to three temptations. First, I sought out pictures of naked women in magazines, stolen from my… Read More

My head snapped back and hit the wooden booth. Read More

...sometimes there would be fresh snow, sparkling white on the granite steps. Read More

— I — Tables sag with provender Prime ribs, suckling pigs, purple pomegranates Chewed-on, puked up, wasted detriti Litter the Persian carpets, lounging, waiting not caring Whisked up by a brown man in a white coat Armed with dustpans and broom   Club chairs and sofas gleam with silk and gold fabric Pilfered from global’s… Read More

Turn your skills, your craft, your art into a weapon. Read More